Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 392 - 389 Three Yang Small Realm, One Day Prison Heaven

Chapter 392: Chapter 389 Three Yang Small Realm, One Day Prison Heaven

At the same time, in a brightly lit side hall within the Imperial City.

A young man, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and handsome in appearance, yet with a hint of malevolence on his face, suddenly threw a book forcefully onto the table.

Looking down at a group of Hanlin historians working overtime according to tradition to compile the history and posthumous titles for the Late Emperor, he didn’t look very pleased.

"The earlier part was fine, but at the end, what do you mean by ’rebellious officials and treacherous courtiers colluding with the Sect to disrupt the Court, leading to the Supreme Emperor falling ill from which he never recovered’?

My dear officials, by my words, shouldn’t this Jianming history book be rewritten to say that my father fell suddenly ill, could not govern, and I took over in an emergency?"

Whether it is an Emperor or a major minister, the Court always has designated officials responsible for assessing their lives and achievements for posterity.

This is also known as: sealing the coffin to finalize their legacy, setting precedents in achievements, distinguishing the clear from the turbid, setting examples in governance.

Zhou Jingliang was indifferent about the part with factual representations.

The historians researched thoroughly, even recording individuals such as Qingfei Long Qingyan, whom even he vaguely remembered, and his own sister, Elder Princess Zhou Huangwu.

However, the description of Emperor Jianming Zhou Wenrui’s demise, although not mentioning the role of him, the former third prince, also displeased him greatly.

If rebellious officials and treacherous courtiers were in power, then what was he as an Emperor? A rebellious official? Or a treacherous courtier? And how did he become Emperor?

Wouldn’t it simply lead future generations to speculate wildly?

Upon hearing this, the leading Hanlin scholar abruptly looked up, staring right at this new Emperor who was in league with evil, and said righteously:

"Your Majesty, the first precept for historians: to write straightforwardly and never alter a single word!"

The young Emperor seated in power just frowned.

He remembered how half a year ago, his Second Father had held down the heads of those five officials from the Imperial Observatory Bureau, and one by one, beheaded them.

That act had helped him to secure his legitimate position as the ’Human Lord’.

So, towards this stubborn Hanlin scholar, he coldly smirked:

"Defying the Emperor, drag him out, exterminate his entire family line! Next."

With the Hanlin scholar gone, there were still two Assistant Scholars and two Lecturing Scholars left behind, totally enough in terms of importance.

Zhou Jingliang then casually asked the same question:

"My official! You tell me, how should this history book be written?"

Without a doubt, he desired only one answer. Previously, it took less than six strokes to secure his imperial throne.

This time, he wanted to see if it could be done within less than five cuts to arrive at a conclusion where ’everyone is happy’.

The Hanlin Assistant Scholar standing second in line, tremblingly stepped forward.

But at the moment he heard the question, he suddenly stood straight, clearing his throat and declared:

"The first precept for historians: to write straightforwardly and never alter a single word!

Rebellious officials and treacherous courtiers, every one of them deserves to die!"

"Execute! Next!"

"Execute!"

The same question, the same answer, yet none of the remaining four people yielded.

Zhou Jingliang, who initially felt confident, finally showed a hint of frustration and roared:

"Drag them out, exterminate their entire family lines, their entire family lines! Do not let me see these disgraces to the Emperor’s grace again!

Civil servant righteousness? I want to see if my sword is harder, or your bones!"

He had barely finished speaking.

Boom!!!

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed beside his ear, causing the entire side hall to tremble violently.

Zhou Jingliang was startled and fell straight off his chair.

Luckily, his Coiling Dragon Military Strategy had reached the Non-Human level of Daoist Soldier, so he did not embarrass himself.

But as he hurriedly looked up towards the sky outside, he caught sight of a broom star that streaked across the moon.

Instantly, it felt as if an arrow had violently pierced his heart.

"Ah—!"

Thump thump thump...

After letting out a terrified cry, he retreated several steps before stabilizing himself against a pillar.

His eyes vacant, he muttered, "Comet assaulting the moon, an Emperor meets his end! Comet assaulting the moon, an Emperor meets his end!..."

It was not until he saw Xue Jiexi, dressed in a crane-feathered official robe, stride into the hall that he grasped at him like grabbing onto a lifeline.

With none of the dignity of an Emperor, scrambling and crawling, he clung to Prime Minister Xue’s legs:

"Second Father, it’s a comet assaulting the moon, I don’t want to die, protect me, protect me!"

Xue Jiexi patted the Emperor of Great Yan’s shoulder, reassuringly saying:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as I am here, nothing will happen to you."

Although he despised this new Emperor, who lacked even Zhou Wenrui’s incompetent decorum,

A sack replaces the straw, one generation worse than the last.

However, allowing Zhou Jingliang, originally although not a brilliant and heroic prince but at least passable, to become what he was now within just half a year, was after all orchestrated by this very traitor.

Such a weak and incompetent Emperor is what a power minister loves most.

In fact, destroying someone in the shortest time is very simple, just make them lose one thing.

— A lucid self-awareness!

Take the common people, for instance.

It is very difficult for a person to earn wealth beyond his ability and knowledge, and even if he accidentally does, he will soon lose it again through various means.

Until it matches his own abilities and knowledge.

A young boy, not yet of age and raised in the deep palace by the hands of women, was not someone like Old Master Wang, who had experienced an explosion of information and had been a human through two lifetimes.

Suddenly assuming a high position, surrounded by jackals and tigers, even his own mother had a new child.

How could he, on his own, possibly control such power?

Soon, Zhou Jingliang’s originally normal temperament became exceedingly extreme, arrogant, and contemptuous of everything, yet utterly lacking in confidence and strategy when facing difficulties.

This person was essentially finished.

Compared to those mysterious beings from Fanglin House, he was clearly another form of puppet.

"My soon to be born biological child has been decreed by Old Buddha as the Living Ming King.

Zhou Jingliang this hindrance, and Zhou Wenrui who is half-dead, are just pieces destined to be buried alongside the Great Yan Dragon Qi."

But before the blood sacrifice, they need to stabilize the Dragon Energy with their Emperor status; they must not encounter accidents yet," Xue Jiexi waved his hand and ordered a guard behind him:

"Pass my command, first draw a battalion of Three Yang Soldiers from the Three Yang Small Realm for the Emperor’s protection."

"Yes, Prime Minister!"

Before the guard could leave, Xue Jiexi glanced at the persistent celestial phenomena above him and waved his hand again:

"Never mind, I’ll go myself, it’s time to consult with Taoist Red Lotus about this matter..."

As he spoke, a red Escape Light had already descended from the sky.

Appearing in a red Taoist robe, holding a Jade Ruyi, was the Sect Master Marshal of the Three Yang Sect, Red Lotus.

He strode into the hall, nodded to Xue Jiexi, and swung the Jade Ruyi embedded with three gems, opening a portal made of three colored light rings.

One ring blue, one red, and one white.

One could faintly see that behind the portal seemed to be three different small worlds; the world within the blue light ring was nothing but a grey void.

Like a prison filled with numerous figures with closed eyes, unaware and floating in and out of reality.

Within the red light ring, there was a world similar to reality, with mountains, forests, fields, and palaces.

The last, within the white light ring, seemed to be a heavenly Buddha land on high.

There, Heavenly King Hall radiated colorful lights, and the Protective Hall spewed purple flames. The Floating Tower was visible, adorned with fragrant flowers. The mundane world could not reach here, where all causes and conditions ended, a Great Magic Hall unaffected by thousands of calamities...

If compared to the Little Leiyin Temple of that evil monk, it would seem markedly inferior.

A squad of intensely fiery Three Yang Soldiers, one by one, emerged from the white light ring to fully protect the Little Emperor.

"Three Yang Small Realm? The families of those Daoist Soldiers and Zhou Wenrui, they were all detained here!"

In a corner outside the Imperial City, Wang Yuan’s face showed relief.

Although he had left the Imperial Palace, the residual souls of Ghost Ear Listening were all dispersed.

But the more demanding, more concealed "Three Feet Above the Head is the God" still quietly enveloped the Imperial Palace’s skies.

In theory, as long as it was in the land where his own believers lived, or where there were fierce ghosts and wrongful souls, the gaze of King Yanluo could illuminate scheming evil and descend upon hearing their voices.

Of course, no ghost soul could stay in the Imperial Palace for long without the protection of the Merit Golden Wheel.

Yet, Wang Yuan, at his departure, had left a number of Yama God Statues, empowered by his Mana, in various hidden nooks,

which could achieve the same effect.

Yet, the presence of the many Buddha statues with Sun Dial heads already in place somewhat disgusted him.

"Indeed, this ’No-Life Dao’s’ heritage is genuinely rich.

Su Guyun had a Lotus Court Small Realm in his possession, and here’s a second, the Three Yang Small Realm.

Moreover, the scale of this small realm far exceeds the ordinary, but what can it do exactly?"

Wang Yuan was naturally aware of the meaning of the Three Yang.

The Green Sun Period represented the initial phase of rule by the ’Past Buddha,’ where no heaven and earth existed yet, but light and dark were already distinguished.

The Red Sun Period was the middle phase of rule by the ’Present Buddha,’ where dark forces prevailed, suppressing the forces of light, creating ’great calamities.’

The White Sun Period was the final phase under the rule of the ’Future Buddha,’ where light and dark returned to their places, light back to great brightness, and dark to extreme darkness.

The initial phase is the past, distinguished by light vs. dark; the middle phase is the present, a struggle between light and dark; and the final phase is the future, where each returns to their respective places.

These also corresponded one-to-one with the three avatars of the No-Life Old Buddha.

At this moment, through "Three Feet Above the Head is the God," Wang Yuan saw Xue Jiexi and Red Lotus whisper together with grave expressions:

"Taoist, the ’Comet Assaulting the Moon’ celestial omen of Heavenly People Perception, affecting the Human Dao directly,

while we cannot change the outcome of the ’Child Rhyme.’

However, the people from the Nine Soldiers are clearly preparing to use the enemy’s method against him, countering through the twisted course realized by the celestial phenomena, aiming their spearheads at us who occupy the imperial center.

We must not turn a blind eye!"

Hearing this, Red Lotus forcefully nodded:

"I have already prepared a plan; the eighth month fifteenth day, offering a human sacrifice, is the irrevocable decree of Old Buddha, but our ’One Day Prison Array’..."

At that moment, his Dharma Light suddenly burst forth, seeming to prevent the leaking of secrets, and he expanded his Dharma Domain,

instantly repelling "Three Feet Above the Head is the God" far away.

"The fifteenth of the eighth month? One Day Prison?"

The suddenly darkened view before Wang Yuan, who was glad to have heard crucial information,

failed to see Red Lotus who had uttered these words slowly lift his head, revealing a smug, cold smile.